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April 14th

12:23 a.m.

Trying to block me from communicating with God and thinks he’s blinding me because I talk to Jesus rarely now – for several years talk to Him and God every day, all day - now just God because this bastard is a slippery (expletive) and I’m too paranoid.

He (the Lord) breaks in though. Then the bastard comes-a-humping. That’s the pattern. Very annoying. I will stay the course as long as God helps me.

As I'm dozing, he says that he doesn’t have anything to lose; that he’s like the lifers – “he’s done”.

8:30 am

“Why do people get helped to move toward repentance, but I didn’t?”

That’s his question - with his lying ass.

Lord says, human beings can be damned off of one incident, but the devil has too many incidents.

I guess God feels that he’s a screw up.

He says he wants Jesus to bow to him.

But I say, “That’s not what God wanted.”

A God example:

I have a lot of shoes that I don’t wear. I wear the same shoes all the time. I have begun to sell these shoes on eBay. A few days ago, God told me to give a pair of boots to someone. We'll call them Person A. I say ok. So this made me look at other shoes and think, well, maybe Person A would also like these.

Five minutes ago, HE suggested that I give a particular cute pair of shoes to another person. We'll call them Person B. I love Person B, but instantly I say no because she does this, that and the other, and I don’t like that she does this, that, and the other (because it’s very bad for her). I know this from my own experience and she knows it’s bad too (and won’t stop) and I don’t want her wearing MY (heh) shoes while she's doing this, that, and the other (which I know she will). Seems judgmental, but I’m human.

I get the point. I understand what HE's saying. It amuses me when HE tells me something and it comes out later.

Out running. One bee again under arm.

No roller blades